Fatty Crab

The Chooch has thunder thighs now. Mom's got her on the chubby plan, and she's responding admirably. Double chin established, gunning for a third. The girls head down to Tampa on Wednesday, then to Charlotte for a "sip and see". Sounds preposterous, though I hear they're serving potato salad and chic fil a.

Hit the Bozlich 35th birthday gala Friday night, with baby Jane. She was not interested in the debate, but aside from a legendary diaper, managed to behave herself. Food and company was tremendous, though a little less guzzling and a few more chicken pieces may have made Saturday more tolerable.

All the all stars out.





Hitting the feedbags.

The cake, and the bakers. Most impressive.


Mr. Birthday, eating his shubbery.

Party girl milk necked herself pretty good at the event. Smelled like cauliflower. Bath time, like daddy, no ass, all attitude.


The crew managed a stroll through the west village on Sunday. Checked out all the coming attractions, rocked the pretzel dog at the Rusty Knot. I guess if you don't live here, these might be of minor interest. Standard hotel, on the hi line, under construction. Schnabel's Italian Villa, the building on the building.



Parting shot.